I glanced out the dining room window this evening as I was leaving to take Brady to practice, and I saw this:
Isaac had lugged out the big blue net, set it up out by the pool, and was taking swings at a ball on a tee. The scene was a notable one because aside from playing catch with Brady (which is, in fairness, an athletic pursuit in and of itself because they fire rockets back and forth), I hadn't seen him do much in the way of baseball practice for some time.
I know how much he loves the game, so it was a sweet sight. Practice may not really make perfect, per se, but it certainly lends itself to better play.
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